apparent that that might not happen. At least not for now. He slid his hands up her waist, under her shirt, and to the underside of her breasts.
Talon didn’t stop there though. He pushed up the shirt gradually, kissing up her stomach with feathery touches, palming her breasts and then reaching around to unclasp the damn bra. When it snapped softly, her back arched as if she was silently telling him to take it off and replace it with his mouth.
He was all too happy to oblige. This time, he didn’t stop himself from tearing off her shirt and throwing the remains of the soft fabric to the side. With no barriers between them, he pressed his lips against her collarbone. Her little mewl that came from the back of her neck was enough to make him want to ravage her - with his lips. They curled in anticipation, and kissed their way down her chest, to her breast.
At the soft contact of his lips against her delicate, pale skin, Jamie’s back was arching off of the bed and thrusting her breast right into his mouth. God, she was so sweet. So soft. So...delicious. He curled his tongue around her nipple, licking and then biting down and using his other hand to tease her core.
The sounds she made were perfect, amazing. He touched her softly, teasing her. Jamie’s nails dug even deeper into his back, and he flexed under her hands, biting down on her nipple as punishment. She whimpered, panting softly. Talon looked up at her, taking in her appearance with complete possession.
Her face was flushed, eyes glazed over with a filmy look of lust. Long lashes hovered over darkening eyes as she stared at him, begging him not only with her voice but with pale blue irises that practically screamed desire and need.
Talon was all too ready to please her. He sat back on his knees and stripped of his black T, tossing it away from them. Next was his pants. The whole time, Jamie stared at him with that hungry look, her hands clenching and unclenching as if she were trying not to grab onto him.
That must have been it, because the second the pants were off, she was grabbing for him and tugging him to her body, pressing her breasts against his chest and moving her lips against his. He tilted his head for her, opening his mouth and loving the taste of her.
She was like a blast of fresh air on his senses. Every movement she made, every breath she took, every gasp she made. He was aware of it all.
He was also aware of when she really got into it. It was like a complete change had overcome her - fuck, he wasn’t complaining though.
Jamie pushed at his shoulders, and he followed her. Her legs parted over his hips, rocking against his length and practically drenching him. He groaned roughly, holding her waist. It was too much, too --
Fuck. The breath hissed between his chest as she reached down and grabbed onto him, robbing him of breath. Her lips grazed over his neck and down to his chest, and her eyes were locked on his as her tongue darted out, tasting him. His chest was bare of any scars, of any past pains. In the weeks that he had come back, his body had begun to heal and his powers were maturing within him. Maybe that was what had him so turned on -- fuck, he was pretty sure it was just Jamie and her bottled up passion, but he was willing to bet that his strength also came from --
“Oh, sweet fuck,” he cursed, trying to grab her shoulders as she dipped down and, suddenly, her face was even with his hips. That sexy smirk on her face wasn’t helping anything either. He swore, every ounce of blood in his body dropped to his cock and the next thing he knew?
His hips bucked as her lips surrounded him. Talon groaned another curse, trying to make her stop yet making her stay. Fire wrapped around him. Burned him. Seared him. Left him branded and almost dying as Jamie continued to lick him like he was her favorite meal of the day.
When he was pulsing and close to coming, it took everything inside of him to grab her shoulders and push her body under his. He wrapped his fist in her hair and pulled her head back, burrowing his lips in her neck, hot breath